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Post by Warlock on May 21, 2005 15:35:58 GMT -6
She shrugged. "Moss has worked best for me. And I could help you, if you want." |
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Post by Monkey Monk on May 21, 2005 15:37:28 GMT -6
Again he looked at her in confusion. Yet he had no time to think upon the thoughts buzzing within his mind. He nodded once and slowly climbed up the bank. "I would appreciate the help.."
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Post by Warlock on May 22, 2005 18:25:56 GMT -6
She leapt into the river, splashing water, and swam to the far bank. Her retractile claws slid silently out of their sheaths, and she scraped at the slippery rocks until she managed to dislodge a large amount of the spongey greenish brown moss. Picking it up in her mouth, she made her way back to the mascu and gently placed it on the wound. |
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Post by Monkey Monk on May 22, 2005 18:39:34 GMT -6
Slowly exhaustion took him and he slowly lay on his side as the femme crossed the river. His gaze watched her wearily as she approached, his body ready to spring up if needed. As she put th moss on the open wound he remained still and silent.
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Post by Relairah on May 22, 2005 19:52:19 GMT -6
((Sorry I haven't responded in a while. Here is my part.)) The white body slightly stirred, sleeping had restored her strength. She opened her eyes and wildly gazed around. On hearing voices, she raised her head in a quick startled way. She sniffed the wind and knew that two others were there. A female hellbound and a male warrior. She was not affraid, but she knew she'd have to be ready for anything. She raised her ears to listen better. She wondered if they'd noticed her yet.
"Hello" she began to stand and found herself not yet that strong. She quickly sat to rest and neatly put her forlegs in front of her. I have traveled far, who might thou be?" she asked, speaking to both of them. |
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Post by Warlock on May 23, 2005 10:00:27 GMT -6
The hellhoundess raised her head slightly, and as though bored replied "I'm known as Ayah." |
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Post by Relairah on May 23, 2005 16:05:59 GMT -6
She shrugged, but it took some effort. She slowly walked foward sitting no more than seven feet away. She did not want to get to close for she was rather shy. She looked down at the male. "What about you?" She asked, smoothly and kindly. Her voice had a poetic tune to it that made it ring in the air. I am Antarctica, I do not know why, nor how I obtained it. I only know that is what most call me. She sighed, half speaking to herself. She looked up. "May I ask why a hellbound would be tending ones wounds, especially those of an enemy?" She didn't want to be rude, but even in her weak state, she still had an ever curious mind. |
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Post by Monkey Monk on May 23, 2005 16:07:05 GMT -6
Also did this masculine gaze towards the other whom he had not noticed until this point. His calm voice slowly spoke up. "I am Icewolf Coldgust of the Defenders...formerly of the Northern Elite.." Not even the warrior knew why he spoke his whole title. Maybe it was the blood loss making his head spin. Or maybe he was being too trusting.
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Post by Relairah on May 23, 2005 16:19:30 GMT -6
Antarctica nodded as if in respect. She stepped closer but yet did not trust either of the others. She moved nervously. She was glad she had already eaten the rabbit from earlier, though it was vague in her mind as she had been half unconscious when she had last awoken. She gazed out over the stream she had crossed and wondered why she hadn't merely flown over instead of wasting her strength swimming. She shrugged it off and thought about how much it didn't matter at all. She focused on the scene before her, waiting for the hellbound's answers. |
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Post by Monkey Monk on May 23, 2005 16:26:47 GMT -6
Silently those bright blue eyes of the masculine darted around cautiously. Always had he been edgy around hellbounds. They made him feel a certain form of anger bubble up within his monolithical body. Slowly he decided to rise to his foot paws. With a grunt he did so slowly, his eyes looking around still. Once back upon his sinewy legs he cracked his neck and looked around. The dim sunlight shone softly off the golden mark set into his right foreleg. Icewolf's white and blue tinted tail was held out loosely. Showing neither fear nor joy.
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Post by Relairah on May 23, 2005 17:37:56 GMT -6
She looked intently at IceWolf and glanced at the golden glow, glancing off his leg. She marvled at the symbol there. A look of confusion came onto her face as her eyes filled with curiousity.
Suddenly, her curiosity got the best of her. She stood and trotted so that she could sit right next to the others. She examinded the mark with great wonder. "What symbol is that?" She did not say it how she meant it, but she didn't know exactly how to word what she meant to say either. She curled her bushy tail around her legs. |
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Post by Monkey Monk on May 23, 2005 17:45:08 GMT -6
The bulking wolven watched as the other slowly padded over towards him. His eyes looked to their's before darting down to his mark. The gold shone perfectling in the light. Every detail of the vile serpeant curled around that sinister dagger could be seen. After some time of remembering exactly he lets his voice rumble words from deep in his chest. "This symbol stands for Elite in the northern tongue."
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Post by Relairah on May 23, 2005 17:53:14 GMT -6
She nodded still in amazement at the shinging image. Her beautiful body was also shimmering in the sun, as snow shines in its rays. It waved about in a growing breeze and her ears seemed to sway along with it. Her tail began slowly wagging, as if she were in tune to a dance and something else caught her gaze. Across from where she stood, there was another figure. The other was not but only half wolf. She let her eyes look the other up and down, before returning to gaze at IceWolf. She met his gaze, her saphire-blue eyes sparkiling with joy of which she had suddenly obtained for an unknown reason. Her tail was now wagging violently and she let a joyful howl escape her lips. Her gorgious body seemed to suddenly fill with joy and she looked like a morning faerie. She began dancing if a wolf can do so, and twirling around everywhere. She did not know the reason for her sudden behavior, it could have been one of many things she could list. Perhaps it was finding others like her, which she hadn't seen in a while, or perhaps she had an illusination. All she knew was she was full of joy. |
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Post by Monkey Monk on May 23, 2005 17:59:28 GMT -6
Icewolf watched the femme's antics with his head tilted to the right. His first thought was that she was a lunatic, possibly crazed by the sun. Yet that thought was quickly squashed as he thought that maybe he was the lunatic. He was but of only a few summers old and he had already forgotten joy. How could he have forgotten the simple pleasures of happiness? This poor masculine noticed he had not felt true happines ever since...With a sigh he shook his head to cease his closed minded ranting. He was delivering terrible news to the others of his group. For months he had followed the one who had once been Tagger across the lands, He had watched his long lost comrade kill the familys of the other defenders.
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Post by Relairah on May 23, 2005 19:53:59 GMT -6
Suddenly her dancing stopped. She sensed something wrong with the male. She trotted over to sit by him, her beautiful white fur flowing and her tongue lulling. She slightly smiled. "Is something wrong?" she asked, pleasantly and in a sweet ringing tune.
Her eyes went to where she had seen the hybrid female earlier, but she had vanished. Her eyes were questioning, but she soon shrugged it off. She returned to her concern for the male in front of her, and she began slightly wagging her tail before curling it around her hinds. |
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